“Oh.Oh fuck,” I say as heat pools between my legs.“I… we…”
Can she feel how wet I am through my underwear and pants?Her eyes glimmer, hooded desire making them heavy and my stomach flutter.I need to get out of here.This was a bad idea.I failed to get what I came for, and Roman is no longer an option.I need to cut my losses and run before anyone discovers who I really am.
“Dahlia… let me go, please…?”
The words snap her out of her daze.She stares at me, her eyes drooping, something passing through them.What was it?Regret?Sadness?It’s gone before I can place it.
I’m sensing a pattern with myself—one filled with things that seem like a good idea.But I’m never coming back here.Aside from Octavia at the wedding, I doubt I’ll ever meet another vampire.I’m probably about to die, they’ll just make another spare heir anyway.
Oh, what the hell…
I slide my hand to her jaw and pull her in.
Our lips meet, a frisson of electricity passing between us, like fireworks and lightning.Like a summer breeze and fresh snowfall.She smells like bergamot and rich spices and winter winds.Her hands paw at my waist, my back, she holds me like I’m treasure and diamonds.Gods, I’ve never been kissed like this.She deepens the embrace, her strong hands pulling me closer, harder.Holding me.
No.
It’s more than that.It’s like she owns me, as if I’ve only ever been hers.
Fuck.
If this is what kissing a vampire is like, no fucking wonder that woman looked like she’d died and gone to heaven.My body melts against Dahlia.I sink into her, giving myself over to her, silently pleading with her to take more of me, own more of me.
My fingers find their way into her raven waves and tug.She groans against me, so I pull harder.I want more.I need to drown in this.Her mouth opens, and I slide my tongue against hers.Everywhere we touch ignites with heat and electricity.Molten want courses like energy between us.Her fingers glide over my breasts, my nipples harden in response.
I don’t want this to stop.But it has to.This was supposed to be my distraction.I kissed her to make her let me go.
I need to get out.
Roman screwed me.
I don’t know what I expected but I should have known better.
This was all a mistake.
I pull away.Suck her bottom lip between my teeth and let it pop back as I release her.
“Fuck.”She says it like a growl rumbling between her ribs.
“Yeah.That was…” I say but struggle to find the right words.
“It really was,” she says.
I give her one final glance.“I have to go.”
“Don’t,” she says, and for the barest of moments, I swear I see a flash of softness in her gaze.
“I can’t stay,” I say, my stomach knotting, this time, with regret.I wish I could, but what use would it be telling her?
“Will you come back?”
I shake my head.
Whatever softness I saw vanishes as I slip into the darkness of the club and away, back to New Imperium with one word, one taste, one feeling burnt into my memory: Dahlia.
Chapter2
Dahlia
